Shine now bright mythril-wrought sword Heaven’s great glory without demise Hammered of fiery-eyed Hephastos’ great furnace and anvil Fashioned into slender purity by the ancient races now forgotten. It has been said that Thy Word is a Sword and a Light And know I by its growing flames that never diminish As it burns in my soul it reduces chaff to nothing But makes firm iron yet sharper. |